Page 28 of Swamp Kings 1

Never said that either.

Things slowly settled inside Handy, making him realize Kaphas’ emotions were quantumly entangled in his.I need a new body asap. I can’t take this torture.

“Let’s get you back,” Kaphas said to Celeste, not needing it spelled out, thankfully.

“Back?” she wondered, her soft voice a balm through them.

“You need to rest. And I need the Kings to run tests on me.”

Her instant fear poked the beast in their cock and Handy knew Pain and Kult were to thank for that little trait. “Are you okay?”

“I am. But I need him to find out what happened and how so that we can prevent it from happening again.”

She pulled back in his embrace and her gaze was its own intoxication. “They can do that?”

Handy let himself feel her skin as Kaphas stroked her cheek. “They can.”

Her eyes searched his. “What about… Handy. Can they help him too?”

Handy couldn’t resist the dry laugh. “You got an itch to ditch me?”

Alarm lit her eyes followed by that compassion he’d fallen in love with. “Never. I care very deeply for you.” That delicate anger joined the intoxicating dance in her gaze. “I made a promise to you, and I intend to keep it, I told you. Youwillhaveyour body, and I willnotrest until I see it done. And I hope Kaphas will understand that I don’t think it’s right that we… have certain relations until it’s finished. For Handy’s sake.”

Fuck. “You’re not making it easy not to fight for you, Angel.”

Now angelic tears. She was going to kill him before he had a body to die in.

“There’s another angel out there, waiting for you to save her,” she whispered.

Handy raised his other hand and stroked her face. “Yousavedme.”

She shook her head as tears streamed. “You savedme.” Handy closed his eyes when crushing need raped his perfect cells. “And you’ll save her the same. She will be everything you ever dreamed for and much more.”

A whirlwind of power stirred in their blood, requiring both of them to steady it. “If you say it then it must be so,” Handy soothed, getting her adorable little nods while thatjust one tasteneed continued to crush him.

Take it,Kaphas said.It’s not mine to deny.

And just like that, his overcoming strength returned. The one that had allowed him to forge his eternal death scheme. His need to protect his brothers, to set them free, to give back what evil had stolen from them. And Kaphas wasn’t justoneof hisbrothers, he was all of them. Handy loved him five times harder.

Feeling the triplets approaching, he urged a disconnect and Kaphas aided him, retaining only Celeste’s hand. But that it was his right hand felt like her tiny fingers gripped his soul.

“They’re sending air support tofetchQuantum, and both of you for tests. It’ll be quicker,” Fetch said.

Kaphas nodded. Quicker was definitely better. Handy put a hand on Fetch’s shoulder and his arctic eyes locked onto him. “Thank you. For everything.” He was careful to hide the memories he shared with the triplets from Kaphas. It was better for all that nobody knew those.

Fetch nodded once, ever the resourceful being. “We’ll find you after we fulfill our civil charade duties with our newest comrades.”

Celeste yanked her hand from theirs as several of her sisters hurried into the clearing toward her. The itch to follow conflicted with his previous urge to join the triplets in their domestic duties. The clash of wills ended when Kult stepped up to them. Handy went in reverse and shoved Kaphas forward to take what always came when Kult got in their air space. He was more than Handy could stand with his jacked up energy bearing sadistic mouth-watering appetites. Another reason he needed his own animated meat sack. He’d be able to actually do something aboutthose appetites instead of suffering the tease and torment.

Kult tackled their every defense with one of his bear hugs accompanied with a string of swearing threats should he scare him like that again. The moment Handy wondered how much of that was for him, Kult gripped their jaw in his large hand and forced a gaze lock. “That goes for you too, Handy.”

Kaphas smiled while Handy rolled his eyes, no doubt making them look like his pussy-pal.

Fathom pulled out his phone and looked at it before handing it to Kult.

“What?” He took it and looked, a smile creeping over his mouth. “Mary, Mary,” he mumbled, handing it back. “I think we share an obsession.”

“She likes you as much as you like yourself?”

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